Although I really enjoyed fapping it to How To Save Your Own Life when I was in junior high, and although I did greatly enjoy meeting you at your Fear of Fifty book release party at The Groucho Club in London all these many years ago, I have to ask:
What the fuck?
1. What Is To Be Done? isn't Tolstoy. It's Lenin. Yes, there was a Tolstoy piece by that name too, but seriously: Lenin. Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov, dude.
2. Repugnicans? Sheesh. It's like talking about Microshaft Winblows, Nutscrape, Internet Exploder, or OS/POO. LAME.
3. Fumé blanc isn't a grape variety, you bozo. You're thinking of sauvignon blanc.
4. Midget camera? The preferred nomenclature is little person camera, dude.
5. JUST FUCKING QUIT IT WITH THE ALL CAPS ALREADY.
So. Those of you who generally pay more attention to lefty blogs - I haven't read them before this week, generally speaking - is Erica Jong completely off her fucking rocker at this point? Because if yes, that's a shame. I used to kinda like and/or admire her. What a shame.